Blackfeather Woods Where'd you guys go?

Backdated to the morning after Burke and Malice escaped

It was a meager offering, but it was the best she had: a stringy squirrel; impressive for Potema, a non-athletic princess. With some distaste, Potema took the meal to where Burke and Malice were kept, but as the den entered her sight, she felt as if something was wrong. Her brow furrowed as she approached, her head cocking for any sound of breathing or puppy squeals. Nothing.

NOTHING?

Burke? Malice? She called out apprehensively, the squirrel dropping from her maw. She paused for a few moments, unwilling to believe it. The white witch poked her head into the den, found nothing, no squirming bodies, no blue-eyed glare, no scarred female, and proceeded to screech. Luckily for the rest of the Woods, the den muffled the ear-bleeding sound until she pulled her head out.

Qrimbrōzagon ao lanta! Qrimbrōzagon aōha beqes se aōha genes! The witch cursed rabidly, feeling her anger pooling into her words. Her eyes went (figuratively) red as she bit back any more vile hexes, turning her head towards the sky and howling passionately for @Damien and @Kendra. She thought about calling for Cicero for a brief moment, but knew he was still too weak. But knowing her brother, he would have known already that they were gone.